There's a secret I hold so close to my heart. I cannot tell anyone, yet you all expect me to. How can I tell you when I cannot even tell myself?
I don't know if I'll ever tell anyone. Or if it will get buried under everything else that is bound to come, and that one day I'll be able to think of it without cringing. And maybe, just maybe, I can admit it to myself.
And even after I tell you this (all I can tell you), you ask for more? You still demand to know this secret of mine?
Stop. Stop what you're doing. Go make a mistake that you won't even be able to admit to yourself, then try telling me.